Growing up as a born in I always resented the kids who could participate in the demon worship tradition. So I would dress up in a scary costume, such as a mummy wrapped in bloody bandages hiding in the shrubs then spring out with a growl as they approached our front door. One year I got in trouble for hiding on the roof above the front door, being invisible because of the bright porch light left on to lure them. I would pour fine dirt right into their little sacks.
Geez, I was a real little JW prick.